The corpse cultivator kept delivering Teacher Yan to the door, watching Teacher Yan enter the house, and then turned around and left.

After Master Yan entered the room, he sighed, continued to return to the table, and began to read the array book.

As he looked, Teacher Yan muttered:

"How can the formation be broken?"

Suddenly, his expression sternly and he felt something was wrong.

The formation cannot be broken for no reason.

Then Teacher Yan was shocked and his pupils shrank slightly.

It seems that someone has come to my own room!

He immediately stood up and swept his spiritual sense, but found nothing.

There was nothing passive about the table, chair, book and pictures, but he had a kind of intuition, as if someone had come in and looked through something.

Who is it?!

And why?

Teacher Yan frowned and looked solemn.

At this moment, a small hand gently patted Yan Zhishi's shoulder.

Yan Xie felt cold in his heart and his scalp became numb.

Is there anyone in the house?

And this person is standing behind him at this moment?!

When Teacher Yan was nervous, he heard a crisp voice in his ear and asked:

"Student Yan, why are you a thief?"

This sound is the sound of a child, crisp and beautiful.

And, very, very familiar...

Teacher Yan suddenly turned around, opened his mouth wide, and then said for a while:

"Ink...Ink painting?!"

Mo Hua smiled brilliantly, "Study Yan, long time no see."

Teacher Yan was completely stunned.

He blinked and looked at the ink painting.

The ink paintings are still what he remembers, exquisite and cute, with clear eyebrows and eyes, but they are a few years older and a little taller.

In addition to his glittering eyes, he also brought some unfathomable, like a deep and lustery jade.

Teacher Yan blinked again, looked at the ink painting, and then said relievedly:

"It turned out to be a dream..."

When people get old, they like to recall the past.

It seems that I remembered the incident in Tongxian City again, and the child Mo Hua...

Teacher Yan felt relieved and looked quite emotional.

Mo Hua said speechlessly, but helplessly:

"Study Yan, it's me, I'm here to find you."

Teacher Yan was slightly stunned.

As far as dreaming is concerned...

This sound is a bit clearer.

The expression of the ink painting is also a bit vivid.

He looked at it intently and seemed to be able to see the broken face of the ink painting.

Teacher Yan looked up again, and saw the mountains were dark and cold, but there was indeed a sun hanging high between the cliffs.

In this broad daylight, how can there be dreams to do?

Teacher Yan was stunned, then stretched out his hand with a trembling trembling, gently holding Mo Hua's shoulder, and said in disbelief:

"It's really... it's really an ink painting?"

Yan Xie's voice trembled slightly, and the corners of his eyes were slightly wet.

He didn't expect that he would really see the student Mo Hua again in his life...

Mo Hua was also a little moved and nodded:

"It's me!"

Teacher Yan suddenly looked frightened and said worriedly:

"But why... why did you come here?"

"I'll come to find you."

Teacher Yan was stunned, "Look for me?"

Mo Hua said: "It's not just about looking for you, but also about Zhang Quan, zombies, and... a formation."

Teacher Yan was confused when he heard this, and then he thought of something and his eyes were shocked:

"You are also looking for... Lingshu Formation?"

Mo Hua nodded and felt sure.

It seems that the formation on the zombies is treasured by the Little Ling Yin Sect and inherited from the Great Ling Yin Sect more than a thousand years ago:

Lingshu Formation!

Thank you for your reward by book friend ChanSO ~

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Chapter completed!